I Can See the Skill Book
34 Fish in troubled waters

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" Onitsuka-kun-"

The voice of a Japanese on the radio interrupted his messy thoughts.

"Where are you going?”

" Mr. Yamamoto, we've contacted their artillery base through the radio station of the 36th Regiment. I believe we'll be able to get their coordinates soon. That way, our Empire's artillery can destroy them in one fell swoop."”

"Yoshishi, this time Yamamoto is going to show his face in front of the military.”

"Yes, we will become role models for all soldiers.”

"Right, what are the coordinates of our location, Mr. Omura?”

Messy asked casually. Xiaocun told Messy the coordinates of this place without holding anything back. Then, he felt that something was wrong.

"Onitsuka-kun, why are you asking this?”

" It's nothing," said Messy with a devilish smile." It's convenient to send you to see Auntie Amaterasu."”

"That nun?"

Xiao Cun was obviously a little confused when he suddenly spoke Mandarin. However, at this moment, a large hand had already grabbed his neck, and then his body was slowly lifted up, and then there was a crack.

"Kid, you came at the right time. On account of the inspiration you gave me, I'll let you suffer less.”

"The red Teleportation Skill Book is finally useful.”

After saying that, he sat in front of the transmitter. A few minutes later, the sound of transmission came from the simple tent.

At the same time, in the Ning City Commanding Division, a Japanese from the communications team handed a telegram to his superior.

"Reporting, Commander-in-chief Muto, this is a top secret urgent message.”

Wu Teng didn't have time to analyze the telegram. He picked up the phone and dialed.

"Please connect me to General Ishihara. General, I am Suzuki Taketo from Peace City."

"We have received an urgent message from the Black Fox team. The coordinates of the 36th regiment's field artillery position have been confirmed.”

"Yoshihi-Yamamoto did not disappoint the military.”

He put down the earpiece in a mess, stood up, and stepped on the telegram machine. Crack! It shattered into pieces.

"Onitsuka-kun, what are you doing?"

He blamed himself. He had been so focused on the simulation of the village that he didn't notice someone approaching.

"Mr. Omura…You killed Mr. Omura?”

"You're not Onitsuka, who are you?”

This group of devils was not simple. They were able to determine the identity of this imposter in an instant.

" I'm your grandfather-"

The moment the two Japanese raised their guns, their messy bodies had already jumped out.

"Ta Ta-"

The sound of gunshots instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Yamamoto made a prompt decision." Go out and take a look. Don't let anyone in. Send the coordinates to the military immediately."”

As he spoke, Yamamoto cleanly killed the 36th Regiment's transmitter.

"Not good, the two of them killed Xiao Cun and destroyed the transmitter. Quick, catch the two of them?"

Messy jumped outside and looked at the two Japanese. He immediately complained. The two Japanese who chased after him instinctively raised their guns and shot him when they saw Messy. However, Messy was hiding behind the other two Japanese, so the two of them instinctively hesitated.

"Ta Ta-"

The Japanese didn't have any intention of showing mercy. After all, if you saw someone shoot at you, you would also reflexively retaliate.

"Baka, are you two blind? He's not Onitsuka-"

"Then?"

The Japanese was still suspicious when he felt something fall to the ground. He looked down and saw a desperate howl.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded.

"He killed Mr. Omura and destroyed the radio station. He's a spy.”

Having tasted the sweetness, Messy couldn't help but shout.

" He's not Onitsuka-"

The Japanese who were chasing after them also started to shout.

"Don't worry about the outside. Send the message quickly."

As he ran past a tent, the voice suddenly entered his ears.

"There's another one?" Almost subconsciously, he took out a frag grenade, knocked it on his helmet, and threw it into the tent. In an instant, the grenade was thrown out.

"F * ck!"

Was there really such a thing?

Boom! A grenade rang out. He stood up with a messy face and deeply despised his own cowardice.

However, he didn't have time to care about it anymore. The artillery shell was probably about to fly past.

At this moment, a staff member of Ning City's communications department was holding a telegram in his hand in a daze.

There was already a coordinate just now, and now there was another? However, he still handed it over to his superiors.

The supervisor looked at the telegram, and his face was instantly drenched in sweat. He then rushed to Wu Teng's office as if he was desperate.

However, at this moment, the Japanese's anti-aircraft guns had already been loaded. The flag that was fired was waved down as the man ran for his life.

"Fire!"

"Boom!"

The artillery shells brought with them shrill shrieks as they bombarded the position that Lu Tianshan had set up.

"Where do we shoot?" Lu Tianshan hurriedly covered his head and lay on the ground. "Where do we shoot?"

Li Tian Long and Yu Wei in the city also asked.

The other soldiers raised their guns in trepidation, as if they were prepared for a cannonball to fall from the sky.

"Where did the cannon sound come from?"

Zhou Jianfeng was approaching Lu Tianshan's position from the back of the mountain. The sound of a cannonball made their hearts turn cold.

"Stinky Zhu Zi, you didn't lie to me…"

Yu Yimo, who was following Zhang Shaohua down the mountain, jumped up happily.

"A bunch of Japanese, how dare you kidnap me! I'm going to blow you all up into the sky!”

"Miss, let's go quickly. This is a cannon battle. Next, the volcano will cover us. At that time, the entire mountain will be flattened.”

"What is it? Zhu Zi still came down."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Then, a few shells landed on the battlefield as if they had eyes.

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